Page 41 of The Roommate Situation

“That was amazing,” I say, resting my head on his chest as his arms come around me.

“Fuck, yeah, it was,” he agrees. “Told you I’d love your dick.”

I grin, and he kisses the top of my head before playing with my curls.

A moment passes, my heart beating faster again as I trace his pec with my finger. “Are we exclusive?” I blurt. My face is warm and I think I might puke, but at least I fucking said it. I close my eyes and breathe in and out slowly. His fingers stop and my eyes open. I raise my head and meet his gaze. His hazel eyes are warm and soft.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he says. “I haven’t wanted anyone else.”

I swallow. “Me either.” His grin is bright and he kisses me again.

PARKER

We’re packed and on the road a couple of hours later. We’re taking my car because Rory’s is too small for me to manage such a long drive. I have the address for his parents’ house plugged into the GPS on my phone, and Ed Sheeran is playing as we make our way through the winding roads, surrounded by snow capped mountains and greenery, with a light dusting of snow. We even see a beaver dam and some elk on our drive.

We stop about half way through and switch drivers. We talk about our families for a good portion of the drive and I love how his face lights up when he mentions his parents and sisters. I can tell he’s eager to see them, and it makes me happy. His dad’s name is Frank and he is an engineer, and his mom’s name is Delilah and she is a music teacher, so she’s home with his sisters while they are on break. I find out that they make turkey cookies every year, which I can’t imagine taste good, until he clarifies that they are cookies shaped like turkeys, not turkey flavored cookies. He tells me they put their tree up the day after Thanksgiving every year so I’ll be around for the festivities, and that they have a fire pit in their backyard where they roast smores on Thanksgiving evening after a late lunch.

When we arrive at his house it’s evening. I take it in. Two stories, a three car garage, and a well landscaped but small front yard. It looks homey and well taken care of.

“Ready?” Rory says, and I nod. As soon as we step out of the car, the front door opens and a stout woman with dark hair comes racing down the steps and throws her arms around Rory. She hugs him so tight he lets out a pained squeak.

“For Christ’s sake, Delilah,” a voice that sounds very similar to Rory’s says. I look up to see a man a few inches taller than Rory but still several inches shorter than me standing on the front porch in jeans and a flannel shirt, with a baseball cap on. “Let the boy breathe.”

“Oh, hush, you,” Rory’s mom says, releasing Rory and waving off her husband. She grips Rory’s cheeks in her hands. “My baby is home at last.”

A second later, the front door opens again and two young girls squeal as they zip past their father and down the stairs, their brown hair a blur and wide smiles on their faces as they shout, “Rory!!!” Rory opens his arms and beams as they jump into them. His mom turns to me at the same time and I hold out my hand, but she wraps her arms around me instead, and I bend over to hug her. She smells like spiced apples and cinnamon.

“It’s so good to meet you, Parker,” she says. “I’m so glad you could join us.” She grips my cheeks now. “So tall,” she says, “and so handsome.” I flush, and Rory groans as his sisters giggle.

“Thank you for inviting me. I really appreciate it, and so do my parents.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” she assures me. “You’re welcome any time.”

“Hi, I’m Ava,” one of his sisters says, stepping up to me and holding out her hand. I grin and shake it.

“Nice to meet you,” I say.

“Chocolate or vanilla?”

“Um…what?” I ask.

“For when we make cupcakes for the tea party. Chocolate or vanilla?”

I grin. “Chocolate.”

She beams. I look past her to her sister who is snug against Rory’s side. “Hi,” I say with a wave. “I’m Parker, Rory’s roommate. You must be Addison. I like your dress.”

She beams at me and I see Rory smiling widely, too. “Is Moana your favorite princess?” She nods. “She’s pretty cool.”

“All right, let’s get your things and get inside,” Delilah says, waving for Mr. C to come help with the luggage.

Ava takes my hand before I can help carry anything, and pulls me towards the house. I look back at Rory and he shrugs, grinning.

“Okay,” Delilah says once we’re all inside. “Supper’s about ready so why don’t you boys take your things up to Rory’s room and then we’ll eat. You don’t mind sharing a room, do you?” she asks me. “We don’t have a guest room but it’s got an air mattress on the floor you can use.”

“That’s perfect,” I say. I don’t want to tell her I’ll probably be climbing into bed with Rory, because I’m not sure what he’s told them about us, and if she got out an air mattress then I’m guessing they don’t know we’re sleeping together.

There’s a large living area off to the left with a comfortable looking sectional and a wide screen tv above a fireplace. Off to the right is a dining area and windows leading to a fenced in backyard, and the kitchen is just a few feet from the dining area with an island and modern appliances. Stairs off to the left and behind the living room lead up to the second floor and there’s a small guest bath as well.

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